Buzz of a laughter
Feedback numb
Nothing no more
Just echoes in my ears
Blue sky looked on by
Macabre eyes
The visit passed the limit
She sliced off my
Heartfelt loneliness
Skeptical angels
With their cynical remarks
Trying to get me to feel
Something I don't know what
It is a chip of a bird
That I once quieted for
It is a word of a lover
Who must still love me so
But there is a churning in me
A swirling spiral of nothingness
I hear my time is up
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
Buzz of a laughter
Feedback numb
Nothing no more
Just echoes in my ears
Blue sky looked on by
Macabre eyes
The visit passed the limit
She sliced off my
Heartfelt loneliness
Skeptical angels
With their cynical remarks
Trying to get me to feel
Something I don't know what
It is a chip of a bird
That I once quieted for
It is a word of a lover
Who must still love me so
But there is a churning in me
A swirling spiral of nothingness
I hear my time is up